When I Reincarnated I Was a Soldier?!
The Man Known as The Red Grim Reaper
17 – Interrogation
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"Well? Where's your hideout?"
"Huh! I won't tell! I'll be killed anyway! You'll just have to do your best to find it!"
The captured bandit was dismissed.
And then Patrick came in.
"How's it going? Did he sing?
Patrick asked him.
"No. He didn't sing. Even if we hit him, he'll just spit out curses."
The soldier replied.
"Should I give it a try?"
Patrick laughed as he said that.
"So? You're not going to tell me, are you?"
The bandit with his face swollen said,
"I'm dead if I speak and dead if I don't, so why would I ever tell you?"
"Well, that's right. Then do your best to keep your mouth shut. I'll let you relieve some stress."
Patrick grinned at him after he said that.
I held a needle in my hand.
I stuck the needle between his nails and fingers.
The soldier on his side, who was holding the bandit, smiled.
Immediately, the bandit's voice was filled with pain.
"I'm not going to cough up over something like this!"
I removed the nails with pliers.
After removing the 20 nails, I crushed the bones of the fingertips with the pliers.
Next, I took out a hammer and smashed the base of the finger.
Next came the shins, elbows, knees, and around those areas. The bandit would faint, but I would hit him awake.
The work was done carefully so that no blood would be spilled.
The bandit, who was screaming at first, would only shiver when he saw Patrick after being beaten awake.
Even the soldiers at his side were trembling.
"I'll... I'll tell you!"
"You don't have to tell me! I don't care if I have to inflict you more pain. I've gone through so much trouble to keep you from dying, from bleeding out! I'm not done yet."
Without changing his expression, Patrick pulls out one jar.
A potion.
A concoction created by the elves. A medicine that would instantly heal wounds after its consumption.
However, for some reason, it would not work on serious, life-threatening illnesses.
There were various theories; one theory was that in a serious, life-threatening injury, it was not enough to heal the wound as it still wouldn't recover from the psychological trauma. Or perhaps it was to protect the demand for elven healing magic.
Although it was a pretty expensive medicine, there was also rumor that the elves sell only the low grade version to the human race, something they would not use on themselves.
This was the same medicine that I used to treat our three wounded subordinated soldiers.
If you forcibly opened the bandit's mouth and made him drink the potion, he would be healed immediately.
"Well, Shall we go for another round?"
Patrick said with a refreshing smile.
"I'll talk! Let me speak!!"
"Hey, our Commander is— scary, right?"
"I'll— never go against him."
"Me neither!"
The voice of the soldiers who were holding the bandit down echoed quietly.
[1] TL Note: In Japanese the slang term is "to vomit" regarding snitching, I believe the English equivalent is "to sing".